Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.